Sound
The air encapsulating sound,
extremes, while vision gathering quites down
and carries with it stillness to surround.
Does channel imposition to dismay
the sound my enemy ere often in convey
sounds first - I hide discretely out of way!
Would escalate by choice or lessen ground
the stance I take, my hearing so abound
by reason decimates my hostile round!
Repeating hurt, the syndrome so applied,
and so as deaf to spacious loitering's retried
seek truth & justice' answer in confide!
Sound implements my virtue, or derides -
so quiet is .... the instrument I chide!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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